A moment in time:

A girl runs back and forth, up and down the hallway.
The clock ticks one second farther around.
A boy throws a chair against a wall for nothing but pure angst at life.
The snow begins to flurry outside the window.
A poet comes up with the words he's been looking for for years.
A heart is broken.
A heart is sewn.
A bomb explodes, killing 14 people and injuring 60 more.

A moment in time:
That was nothing.
Where will it end?
Do we want it to?
Better question:
Where will it begin?